Chapter 192
Chapter 192:
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
Liam’s heart leaped. “It is. It’s yours. Please, Skye. Just give me a chance p>
Skye stood. She picked up the ring box and walked to the fireplace, where a fire crackled.
She tossed the box into the flames.
Liam watched in horror as the velvet caught, the casing melting around the diamond.
“I don’t wear jewelry from dead men,” Skye said. “And as far as I’m concerned, Liam Kensington died the day he chose her over me p>
“I’m right here!” Liam cried, stumbling forward. “I’m alive! I’m fighting for you p>
“Security,” Skye said calmly.
Two guards grabbed Liam. He didn’t fight them—he couldn’t, not with one arm. He just stared at Skye, tears streaming down his face.
“I’ll wait,” Liam whispered as they dragged him backward. “I’ll wait in the rain until you forgive me p>
“You’ll drown,” Skye said.
They threw him out the front door. He landed in the mud. The heavy doors slammed shut.
Inside, Skye walked to the window. She watched Liam push himself up. He didn’t leave. He stood by the gate, looking up at her window, the rain soaking him to the bone.
“He’s persistent,” Harper said, walking in from the kitchen with a sandwich. “Pathetic, but persistent p>
“He’s guilty,” Skye corrected. “Guilt is powerful fuel. But it burns out p>
Outside, in the bushes near the gate, Petunia sat in her car, watching Liam. She picked up her phone.
“Victor?” she hissed. “Plan B. If we can’t have the money, no one can. And if Liam is going to protect her… he goes down too p>
𝘈𝘥𝘥iс𝘵і𝗏𝘦 𝗇𝗼𝘷𝖾lѕ o𝗻 𝘣𝗲𝗹ոo𝘃𝗲𝘭𝗌.с𝗈𝗆
Three hours.
Liam had been standing outside the iron gates of Sterling Manor for three hours. The rain hadn’t stopped. If anything, it had gotten colder. His injured wrist throbbed with a dull, sickening ache that radiated up to his shoulder. He was shivering violently, his teeth chattering, but he refused to move.
He stared at the lit window on the second floor. He knew she was there. He knew she was watching.
“He’s going to get hypothermia,” Harper said, peeking through the curtains. “He looks blue, Skye p>
Skye didn’t look up from the stack of acquisition papers she was signing. “Let him stand. Five years ago, I waited outside his office in a blizzard for four hours because I forgot my key, and he told security not to let me in until he finished a meeting. He said it would teach me responsibility p>
Harper winced. “Okay. Point taken. Karma is a bitch p>
Outside, headlights cut through the darkness. A sleek black SUV roared up the driveway, splashing a wave of muddy water over Liam.
He gasped from the cold shock, wiping sludge from his eyes with his uninjured hand.